Partly inspired by the proclivity of many a Facebook friend who duly updates us all with pictures of their growing girth and impending infant. I love kids.
No really, I do. Still, I actually got punched in a parking lot by a local teacher who evidently wasn't pleased at the panel when it ran in the paper. Just in the shoulder, but still, glad she's not my editor, and one supposes it's flattering to be remembered.